Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.